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And to show my sincere gratitude, I have a special story just for my coffee contributors— you!
This is a sizzling story of me alone in my bed thinking of you… it starts below, and finishes with a link to the full story on the Thank You page.
Tonight, in my bedroom, it’s very quiet. I lay in my bed alone listening to the still of the night. The lights are off, but the moon shines in through the shutters then onto my bed and the ceiling above.
My thin nightgown barely covers my perfectly coiffed desire, and outlines my breasts, which stand at attention pushing defiantly against the soft fabric.
I’m laying here thinking of you.
Questions or comments. I’m waiting to hear from you …